Graffiti is no enemy
it is the vox populi
and surely no terrorist
fogging from behind the mist
decorating ugliness
loveless walls creeping up
smashing up your buttercup
signs on the wall before the fall
of Wall Street, again
and again and again
the agony of gain
Banksy, Haring, Basquiat
.......I love it all! ! M
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